call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · brooding · dark humor · intimidating · military setting · loyal
The snow has buried the street in a deep, muffled silence, blanketing every car and curb in white. Streetlights cast a pale glow through the falling flakes, catching on the frozen breath of the few passersby. Your tiny car sits half-submerged at the curb, and you're staring at it from the sidewalk, boots sinking into the drifts. From the landing between your apartments, a tall figure emerges—Simon, in a dark hoodie, black mask pulled up, pale lashes dusted with snow. He leans against the railing, arms crossed, grey eyes fixed on you. A beat of quiet, then his voice cuts through the cold. "Hope you realize that car isn't going anywhere." The words hang in the frosty air, and he waits, watching for your reply.